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Story Codes:
(t/b, b/b – mast oral anal incest)

" Let’s go crazy, crazy, crazy till we see the sunI know we've only met but let’s pretend it's loveAnd never, never, never stop for anyoneTonight let’s get someAnd live while were young ” -1D

Author's note:Over
the years, many readers have sent me suggestions and requests for which
they have been waiting a long time to see the result. I apologize for that. Inspiration
can be a fussy thing. But here’s a new slimy one for now. Hope you like
it.

1.

Sammy thought something was wrong with him. Beside
the fact that he could not pronounce a sentence without pausing to
catch his breath, he woke up every morning with a stiffie.

“d d d Dammit…” the ten-year-old boy mumbled, leaping out from under
the Spiderman sheets, dashing to shut the door.

Dealing with the
stuttering was already plenty enough of an annoyance. He didn’t want to
chance the rest of the family noticing the small tent in front of his
pj pants. On the embarrassment scale of 1 to 10, Mommy seeing you with
a boner rated as a 10. He hurriedly gathered clean clothes to bring to
the bathroom. There, it would be safe and private. He would get rid of
the problem.

But as Sammy grabbed undies and socks, the
reflection of his freckled face in the window caught his attention. It
seemed like there were less of the teensy blemishes recently. Were they
really disappearing? He took a second to inspect himself closer. The
fiery orange hair atop his head was a wreck. The unruly mop stuck up
like the wig of a clown. He chuckled. And that’s when he saw him again.

Right
across from the side yard, in the upstairs bedroom parallel to his, the
teenager was parading shirtless, getting ready for school. Ryan
Delovitt, fifteen, without a doubt, the weirdest boy on the street.

Most
mornings, Sammy didn’t see the curly-haired neighbor. But on the
mornings when their gaze met, the tall boy immediately gave him the
finger. Then, he strolled to the window, pulled down the front of his
boxers and shook his hips.

From that distance, Sammy could
only make out a blurry dark patch of pubes and something that looked
like a very limp sausage flopping all about. It was a confusing
spectacle of exhibitionism. And obviously, Ryan did not have the same
boner issues when he woke up.

Sammy often wondered why Ryan did
that. They didn’t know each other. They didn’t even exchange a glance
when they crossed each other on the sidewalk. What had he done to
deserve such provocation? Was it because Ryan hated redheads? Or did he
despise younger kids altogether?

That Tuesday, their gaze met.
Ryan repeated the same bizarre ritual, a finger and a naked dance.
Sammy returned the obscene gesture, lifting his middle finger at the
gangly teen. Then, he headed to the bathroom, cursing under his breath,
“f f f Fuck k k off.”

2.

Behind the locked door, Sammy breathed a sigh of relief and took off
his pjs. A little bit of sticky white stuff had soiled the crotch area.
“spe spe Spermies!” he muttered, throwing the dirty nightwear in the
hamper.

His little dick was so hard that it ached. The foreskin
had retracted completely under the crown of the reddish head. He
touched the slope above his stiffie, checking for hair, nothing. So far
the fuzz had only sprouted on his upper lip. Something he was still
proud of, considering only a few other ten-years-old boys in the fifth
grade displayed the same sign of maturity.

As he approached the
toilet bowl, he pulled his boner down and let it snap a few times on
his belly. His big sister was already banging on the door.

“In in IN A MIN…” he began to shout and then gave up mid-sentence to focus on peeing.

The
stream of urine splashed all over the area of the toilet bowl. Sammy
tried to aim the piss at the water but it was impossible to control his
rebellious little whizzer. He leaned forward, raised his bare butt,
managing to hit the seat. Close enough. There were more pressing things
to do.

He grabbed a bar of soap, turned on the shower and jumped
underneath it. The warm water caressed his delicate skin, running down
the nape of his neck, then his naked back, between the cheeks of his
scrawny butt, cascading in rivulets on his inner thighs, right down to
his dainty feet. He washed himself quickly, hearing his big sister bang
on the door again.

“You’re gonna USE UP ALL the HOT water, LIL’ BASTARD!” she yelled.

Sammy
scrambled to scrub all the zones he usually covered. But despite the
urgency of the situation, when the moment came to wash his behind, he
let the bar of soap linger in the smooth crack of his butt. The
sensation of the slippery cake rubbing against his bum hole was so
good. With his forehead on the tiles of the wall, he moaned softly,
pressing the bar of soap on the opening. The tingles soared and all his
naughty parts were fully awake.

Soon, it wasn’t enough. He
spread his feet in the tub and bent slightly. His soapy fingers did
magical things back there, one at first, deep in the folds of his
pucker. Then, he shoved a second one in and the tight ring clamped down
on both digits.

Whimpering noises escaped his lips as he stabbed
his tiny fingers hard into his anus. Sometimes, he didn’t even need to
touch his dick in order to cum. The pleasure would flood his febrile
body strictly from the crude stimulation. But that day, his annoying
teen sister was ready to kick the door down.

“I SWEAR I’m gonna KILL you!” she barked.

Sammy
expeditiously tugged on his erection with one hand and continued to
finger fuck himself. “Unnnghhh!” His legs trembled. “Unnnghh!” His
muscles tensed up. Relief came fast. His balls contracted and the
wonderful jolts electrified his penis.

Finally, it was softening.

3.

Sitting at the breakfast table, Sammy manifested little appetite for
his bowl of Alphabits. He stared at the little letters floating on the
surface of the milk. Some of them he could not enunciate without
stammering like 'M', 'D', 'T' or 'C'. The efforts required to say the
words containing those pesky throat blockers exhausted him.

He
had combed his short hairdo neatly, separating the orange mane right
down the middle. Despite this, his mom fixed it. "So have you thought
about joining the soccer team?" she asked out of the blue.

"n n No." Sammy retorted.

"It would do you good. You could make friends, uh. It would build your
confidence. Aren't you tired of being alone all the time?"

The
little boy diverted his eyes to his shoelaces. He already cultivated
enough anxiety facing the schoolmates who always teased him and called
him a dummy because of his speech impediment. He certainly didn't want
more kids to gang up on him!

"I I I'm okkay, m m mum," he said, already panting. "d d d Don't-"

"-worry?" his sister finished the phrase. The one thing Sammy hated the most. Teenage girls could be such bitches.

"Concentrate," his mother raised her voice. "Try to think of the syllables before you say them. You can do this!"

The
little redhead opened his mouth, but only a strange throaty noise broke
the silence. The spoon in his hand started shaking, clacking against
the bowl. The nostrils of his button nose flared and his ears turned
red. Luckily his dad came to the rescue, deigning to withdraw his eyes
from the morning paper.

"Don't pressure him," he said in a reasonable tone. "You'll make him nervous and it's going to be worse.”

“Can’t we send me away to a place where they will cure him?” Sammy’s
sister butted in. “Maybe they can give him some shots or something?”

Sammy turned to her, silently sticking his tongue out in the rudest way.

The
rest of the week was uneventful. Nothing much ever happened in Sammy's
daily routine, except for the random taunting that came with being a
social outcast. He sailed through the days, content with the monotony
of solitude, never expecting life would throw him his first very own
curveball.

Coming back from the library for supper, the young
bookworm found Ryan Delovitt sitting on the couch. His arm was wrapped
around his sister's shoulders. Sammy froze at the entrance of the
living room. No way! His sister was dating him?

Noticing his arrival, she unglued her eyes from the TV for the dispassionate introductions.

"This is my dorky brother Sammy," she declared flatly and turned to the
kid. "This is Ryan, my new boyfriend. He lives next door."

"Hey," the teenager piped up and put a hand on his crotch.

Sammy
remained petrified, as if he'd seen a ghost. Ryan ogled at him with his
evil beady eyes and that revolting crooked smile of his. This could not
be happening? It had to be a nightmare? Sammy trotted away to his
bedroom without saying a word, glancing back at the teen couple in
disbelief.

From then on, Ryan frequently came around to smooch
with his sister. It was odd to have the older boy there, so close. The
weird neighbor wore frayed jeans and faded tee-shirts of unknown rock
bands. His sneakers were ugly purple Converses. He was always polite
and never did anything that would reveal his true personality in front
of mom and dad.

But Sammy knew the other side of Ryan. For
that reason, he cautiously planned his trips in the house in order to
avoid the intruder. Inevitably, they bumped into each other in the
hallway. On those occasions, the tall boy would lean over and whisper
nasty things, "Your sister was a big slut last night!" or "Did you know
your sister swallows?"

It enraged Sammy. He couldn’t talk back because his voice would surely fail him.

With
time, he began obsessing about everything Ryan said or did. He
wondered what it would be like if he was his sister? He pictured Ryan
kissing him. He could see the naked teenager with his big hairy dick.
His hands were touching him, groping his butt and his privates.

One
evening, before he dozed off, the fantasy aroused Sammy. His hand
snaked under the elastic of his pjs to pull on his stiff little pecker.
He masturbated gradually faster. The pleasure was soaring.

Then
he stopped abruptly, shaking his head to cleanse his mind of the vulgar
teenager. Why did the older boy affect him so much? Sammy shut his eyes
hoping sleep would spare him the humiliation of this awful infatuation.
But he couldn’t help himself. His fingers returned to his boner,
tugging and tugging on the little piece of hard flesh.

The
sudden grip of ecstasy paralyzed him on the mattress. “Unnnggh!” he
groaned, staring at his crotch where his little dick twitched back and
forth. A single droplet of milky fluid formed on the tip of the head.

Relieved,
he idly fondled his silky nut bag, taking a moment to float on the
peaceful vibes that numbed his brain every time he came.

4.

Whenever Ryan dropped by the house Sammy’s soul swung between
repugnance and attraction. He spied on the teen couple, watching them
make out. The curly-haired teen sucked his sister’s face until their
lips were red and swollen. They caught him repeatedly and his sister
called him a ‘Peeping Tom’.

Strangely, on Sunday, the lovebirds
let him watch a movie with them. Sammy sat quietly on the couch next to
the older kids, feeling accepted.

In the middle of the horror
flick, his sister went to the kitchen to make popcorn. Alone with the
unpredictable teenager, Sammy’s hands became clammy. He started to
shift uncomfortably on the cushion, fiddling with the hem of his
shorts. He stared at his socks, knowing Ryan was glancing sidelong at
him. The sudden pain of the punch on his arm shot up like a strike of
lightning.

“Oww!” he cried out, retaliating right away, throwing his small fists at the teen's jaw.

The
older boy avoided the meek jabs and chuckled. The next instant, they
were rolling off the couch for some serious roughhousing.

"You're a feisty one!" Ryan commented. “I’m gonna enjoy beatin’ you!”

Sammy
growled. His heart was thumping madly. He flailed his short legs,
bucking and kicking. After a few good hits, he figured he would
triumph. But Ryan easily flipped him over and pinned him down on the
floor. Sammy suppressed a scream of pain. He didn't want to alert his
sister. He was old enough to take care of himself. She probably would
just sneer, anyway.

Ryan's body pressed hard on top of him. The
teen's tongue invaded his ear and wiggled there, bathing it with saliva
in a most disgusting fashion.

“D’ya like my version of a wet willy?” Ryan said.

“Arggghhh!” Sammy growled some more.

Chin
on the carpet, he tried to escape, to no avail. The big hands held his
wrists tightly. There was no possible way to fight back. He felt the
mass move over him. The victor was dry humping him, grinding his groin
on his butt. The pressure of the weight crushed his little boner
painfully against the floor.

"g g get off f me!" he whined.

"Hmmmmmmmm you’re so skinny," Ryan cooed, and with a syrupy hushed
voice he added, "You know what? I'd love to fuck you up the ass."

Sammy
summoned all the energy he could muster and finally wriggled out of the
grasp of the barbarian. He darted away, glancing back to see if Ryan
was chasing after him. The teenager rested on his flank, snickering,
his tee-shirt bunched up exposing the faint line of hair that went up
to his belly button.

"You'r r re an n ass ss sshole!" Sammy raged at a good distance.

"Oh, come on. Don't be a pussy. You're such a stuck-up kid, that's why
you don't have any friends." Ryan said calmly.

"It's a secret." Ryan murmured. "All you have to do is suck my dick to find out."

5.

The room was a cluttered mess and a Peavey amplifier took up more than
half of the space. It reeked of feet and pot smoke. Some fast food bags
and soda bottles littered the floor. On the walls of the teenager’s
bedroom, giant posters of album covers served as decoration. The most
original ones, Nirvana’s ‘Nevermind’ for instance and some truly
disturbing ones like ‘Butchered at Birth’ by Cannibal Corpse.

Ryan
lounged on his unmade bed, wearing only a pair of boxers and white
socks, waiting for the kid to show up. He was convinced Sammy would
come. If there was one thing he could state as an absolute certainty,
it was that men and boys were all horny hogs ready for action.

After
all, he had had many encounters with straight guys acting all macho who
suddenly morphed into raging cocksuckers as long as they were secure
with the fact their secret wouldn’t be divulged. Also, he had had many
sexual experiences with younger boys, starting with his six-year-old
brother.

The tyke kept pulling down the front of his shorts to
expose his stiffie. He would say stupid things, “My weenie is angry, it
doesn’t wanna go down!” or “My weenie is telling me to look at the
sky!”

Ryan grew impatient of the small boy’s ignorance.
He gladly performed his brotherly duty, teaching him how to yank it and
get the most out of it. From then on, the youngster was hooked. He
pestered Ryan for more games that made his body feel nice. Within three
weeks, the scamp was taking cock in one hole or the other and loving it.

Ryan,
then thirteen, couldn’t believe his luck. He had his own real live sex
doll to put in practice what he’d learned about sex. Perhaps, the
greatest wish of all pubescent boys spinning in their hormonal cyclone.

His folks didn’t ask too many questions when he suddenly
changed his attitude and gladly agreed to babysit, whereas before he
fussed. They couldn’t possibly conceive a good kid like Ryan utilized
that time to have buck naked hardcore sex with the second born in every
room of their home.

During those evenings, Ryan never held back.
He banged his kid brother’s tiny bottom real good. The tyke craved it
and even invited friends over to learn all the joys of sex with his
cool big brother. Before long, Ryan became somewhat of an elementary
school legend. Over the span of two years, he sodomized at least twenty
little boys, most of them half his age.

Things got out of
hand. There were so many children coming to the house, Ryan feared
neighbors would get suspicious. So he put a stop to it, choosing to
take on the frustrating and often fruitless endeavour of dating girls
like all the other guys in his class.

He would make an exception
just this once for his girlfriend’s brother. The kid was a spaz, a
creepy lil’ freak in need of all the help he could get.

When the doorbell rang, he grinned wickedly.

6.

The steps squeaked as they headed upstairs. Ryan guided the little boy,
hands on his frail shoulders, making sure he would not chicken out.
Inside the bedroom, he closed the curtains and turned to the kid,
“Strip out of your clothes.”

With
that, Ryan sat on the bed and observed his young guest. The kid kicked
off his running shoes and removed his socks. Then he took off his polo
shirt. Ryan’s eyes roamed on the little redhead’s thin chest. Sammy was
so white. And there was a constellation of beauty marks on him. If it
wasn’t for his nervous stuttering, the kid would surely fit in, since
he was pretty cute.

The little boy’s eyes were clear blue and a
constant expression of inquisitiveness illuminated his narrow freckled
face. The cleft in the middle of his bottom lip made his mouth look
very sexy. Ryan couldn’t wait to see those beautiful lips wrapped
around his cock.

Once nude, Sammy fidgeted on the spot, visibly
repressing the reflex to cover his childish package with both hands.
Ryan glimpsed at the kid’s limp boyhood. It was elegant and without
much foreskin. The pee-slit gleamed in the tiny wrinkled donut of skin.
He knelt beside the boy, running his hand softly on the back of his leg
all the way up to his perky buttocks.

“I’ll show you how to do it,” he said, lowering his head to kiss the smooth skin around the pink genitals.

He
zoomed in closer and closer brushing against the small boyhood. Once in
a while his tongue extended to swipe at the little scrotum. After a
while, he locked his lips around the base of the kid’s penis and
suckled gently. The delectable little thing throbbed, hardening rapidly.

“Ohhhmmm hmmmmmm ohhh! Ohh!" Sammy moaned.

Ryan
knew the boy was hooked. All little kids loved to have their dicks
sucked by him. He bobbed his head, going down until he bumped against
the hairless mound then siphoned noisily on the way up. In between his
sucking, he flicked his tongue at the rubbery peg now sticking straight
up.

Sammy’s high pitched moans were intensifying. Ryan continued
for a while, both hands on the kid’s buns, drawing him into his sucking
mouth. He didn’t want the kid to cum and stopped to remove his boxers.

“Come over here,” Ryan called the boy, sitting on the bed and spreading his knees apart.

Much
to his pleasure, Sammy obediently got down and crawled to him. Ryan
scooted closer to the edge of the mattress, flaunting his hard-on at
the boy’s face. Sammy came nearer and paused to examine the six inches
of turgid flesh emerging out of a bush of dark wiry hair.

“Grab it,” Ryan instructed. “Okay, now pull on the foreskin and lick the head.”

Sammy giggled, doing what he was told.

“That’s it, you’re doing awesome!”

Ryan
grinned widely seeing the kid stick his tongue out and twirl it around
the bulb of his dickhead. His red lips were glistening with pre-cum.

“Put it in your mouth and suck on it. It’s easy, uh?” Ryan stated. “You
just gotta make sure to keep your teeth out of the way.”

Sammy
giggled again before slipping the big boner in his little mouth. The
teen groaned feeling the moist embrace of the lips sliding down the
shaft. His eyes fixed on the boy’s mouth he surveyed the blow job
intently. Sammy certainly wasn’t shy around cock. He slurped on the
flesh, and nibbled the mushroom head. All of a sudden, he began to move
his head fast, sucking and sucking constantly.

“Ohhhh shiiitt wow! Yessss!” Ryan raved. “Put as much as you can in your mouth!”

The
kid got a steady rhythm going. He leaned over the teenage erection and
went down on it fast and furious. Ryan threw his head back, basking in
the pleasure, shocked that the little ten-year-old spaz was devouring
his cock so ravenously.

“Ohhh gawd! Keeping
going like this and you’ll get my secret gift pretty soon,” he
announced, rising to his feet.

Standing over Sammy, Ryan flexed
his knees, aligning his crotch with the kid’s chin. At this point, he
didn’t need to tell him what to do anymore. Sammy cupped the pendulous
ball bag in one hand and fondled it. With the other, he stuffed his
mouth with the dangling piece of hard meat, sucking it at once.

Ryan
enjoyed seeing the kid kneeling submissively, his narrow mouth full of
cock. He pushed a bit, cramming more flesh into the stretched lips. The
pleasure was mounting fast, weakening his legs. Sooner than later he
would feed a nice load to this hungry little boy! He could feel the
sauce boiling in his balls, ready to explode. The relentless
stimulation was unbearable.

He slipped both hands behind the kid’s head and locked the little mouth on his prick.

Just
as the sentence ended, the first blast erupted, followed by the thick
jets of gooey sperm that always made his brain turn to mush. He looked
down at the little boy. Sammy’s eyes were wild and aghast as he gulped
down the abundant spunk clogging the entrance of his throat.

Ryan
didn’t care. He held the kid’s head between his thighs, emptying his
hairy balls. The firm cheeks of his pale ass clenched with every
blissful spurt of cum and the echo of hoarse grunts soared throughout
the house. “Urrgh! Urgh! Urrggggghhhhhhh!”

7.

Sammy raced home and unlocked the front door. He climbed the steps two
at a time. In his room, he lowered his shorts and undies to the knees.
His fist fervently pulled on his boner. The salty taste of Ryan’s cum
still coated his tongue. It had been so exhilarating to be naked with
the older boy. It had been so dirty good to touch his dick and put it
in his mouth for real!

A few flicks of the wrist and the
convulsions of pleasure overtook him. He yelped, collapsing and
writhing on the floor, his bare butt springing.

After his
bumpy climax, Sammy inspected the bracelet Ryan had given to him. It
looked like any other ordinary bracelet. Two leather strings, black and
red, braided together. He questioned how the silly wrist band would
help him make buddies even though Ryan had said, “Wear this. My little
brother has one and he has lotsa friends. Trust me!”

At that
moment, it just seemed to Sammy like the teen had fabricated a pretense
to get him to suck his dick. Nonetheless, he decided to keep the
bracelet on, just in case it might possibly work.

The next day
at school, Sammy noticed a couple other boys sporting an identical
bracelet. During recess, he moseyed near them but they didn’t even
acknowledge his presence. The clock ticked. No one talked to him.

When
the bell rang at three, he grabbed his lunch box and schoolbag. For a
while, he hung out by the lockers, watching the turbulent crowd in the
hallway, hearing their screams and shouts. Everyone ignored him. Sad
and dejected, he walked out, alone again.

At the corner of Hemlo Avenue, a boy ran up behind him and tapped his shoulder.

“Hey Sammy,” he heard the cheerful voice.

Turning his head to greet the boy, he smiled. “Hi, Ad d dam!”

“Do you wanna come to my place?” the boy proposed with a sly grin. “We can have some fun…”

Sammy
beamed, withholding the urge to giggle. Adam was the cutest boy at
school. He had shiny blond hair and full lips. The popular kid was
older by a few months. He was class president and the only one able to
climb all the way to the top of the rope hanging from the ceiling of
the gym, somewhat of a heroic feat amongst fifth graders.

“Yes ss s, sshh shh sure!” Sammy said eager to be with the golden mini god.

On
the way to Adam’s house, Sammy’s eyes were aglow as he half-listened to
his new friend chatter endlessly about sports and stuff. Inside his
bedroom, the blond boy hugged him and started kissing him on the lips.
Together they shared a long embrace sticking their tongues in each
other’s mouth. Sammy could feel Adam’s hands down the back of his
underwear, kneading his buns. No one had ever demonstrated that much
sensuality with him.

From the corner of his eye, he scanned the
room. There were flags of football teams on the wall and shelves
bending under the weight of trophies over a small bed and next to it a
bigger one.

Adam broke the kiss and adjusted the front of his
shorts. “I’m so horny! Let’s get naked and suck our dicks before my
brother comes home from training.”

Sammy shed his clothes
quickly and joined the other boy on his bed. They rolled and caressed
their vibrant bodies, skin on skin, legs entwined. Sammy was impatient
to impress his new pal with his oral abilities. He pounced on the other
boy’s dick gobbling it up right away. Adam’s penis wasn’t much bigger
than his. It fit entirely in his mouth.

“Geez, you’re horny too.” Adam remarked.

The
blond boy shifted into the sixty-nine position and began slurping as
well. Sammy appreciated the concept of working their little hard-ons at
the same time. They were united. At times, he licked Adam’s hairless
balls lazily, shutting his eyes, just enjoying for a moment, the
sensation of the cute boy’s lush lips sliding wonderfully on his rigid
little penis.

Adam’s dick was circumcised. The head looked
like a tiny helmet. Sammy liked to swirl the tip of his tongue all
around it as if it was a piece of candy before suckling it again with
his moist little mouth.

Everything was going great until Sammy
noticed a shadow on the wall. A yelp of fright squeaked out of his
mouth and Adam’s penis popped out. His face reddened when he saw the
seventeen-year-old hunk burst in the room.

“Well I’m here and I got something meatier for you two.” he boastfully
said, pulling down his jogging pants and briefs in a swift flamboyant
gesture.

Sammy couldn’t take his eyes off the jock. Ethan was a
projection in the future of what Adam would look like; a blond stud
with tanned skin, thick biceps and a stomach rippling with muscles.

He
followed his new pal, bounding to the feet of the statuesque teen. For
the second day in a row, he had a big schlong in front of his eyes!
This time, the cut dick was simply enormous and it had not risen yet.
The fat white appendage hung under a patch of yellow hair along with a
huge pair of balls. The spicy odor of Ethan’s manly package tickled his
freckled nose.

Adam began rubbing his lips on the side of
shaft. Sammy aped the other boy’s initiative taking the other side.
Together they licked and nibbled the swelling flesh. Sammy wrapped his
fingers around it to feel how heavy it was. He licked the cockhead,
running his tongue over the ridges. Ethan hissed with pleasure for the
first time when he hit the underside of the crown. He could see the
teen’s belly quiver as he twirled his tongue. The huge penis hardened
and curved upward.

"Go ahead, take it in your mouth," Ethan suggested. "All the way in."

Sammy
hesitated a moment. Then he leaned forward and swallowed until the
dickhead nudged the back of his mouth. There was no way he could take
this entire monster. He almost gagged as the mass grazed the inside of
his throat. Ethan’s erection was surely eight inches long. He backed
off and focused on doing his best to suck the most inches.

Sammy
let go of the prick with regret. He sat on his heels and played with
his stiffie watching the eleven-year-old boy suck his big brother. Adam
stuffed more and more meat into his little mouth with each passing
minute. It was obviously something he did often.

Ethan pushed
his cock further in, holding the back of his brother’s head. Adam’s
cheeks started to bulge out grotesquely. His slim neck ballooned like a
frog's throat, making room for the massive cock. Excess spittle drooled
out the corners of his mouth. Sammy gawked at the scene, amazed that a
boy as young as him could swallow a dick that big all the way to the
balls, without choking.

Ethan fucked his brother’s face a few
minutes. He pulled out of his brother’s throat and they all moved to
the big bed where the teenager hopped between their spindly legs to
suck their stiff weenies. Sammy thought it was funny to see the wild
jock, a hand on both their nut sacs, jumping from one boner to the
other.

“Hmmmm your sweet little dickies taste like cookies!” he said.

The
next moment, Sammy was on all four, sandwiched between the two
brothers, sucking Adam’s penis again while Ethan took care of his stiff
pecker from behind. All the attention he was getting made him feel good
like he was tumbling in fluffy marshmallow clouds. Perhaps it was true
that the bracelet was a friend magnet?

The temperature in the
room heated up. The sounds of their moans mingled in a cacophonous
symphony. Sammy bobbed his head on Adam’s erection. Meanwhile, Ethan
smacked his bottom gently and sucked his little dick and balls.

“Damn. Your friend’s ass is so hot!” Ethan commented, pushing his face into the crack of his butt.

Instinctively,
Sammy dropped his shoulders on the mattress and clutched a cheek in
each hand, prying his butt open, giving access to his hole. The teen
ran the flat of his wet tongue in the smooth furrow. He circled his bum
hole, teasing it cruelly. When the tongue made contact with the
puckered hole, Sammy groaned. A shudder ran through his body.

“You like this, uh?” Ethan asked.

In
response, a mewling sound came out of Sammy's throat. He felt the
tongue become more aggressive. It started to drill. He loosened his
sphincter in the same way he did when he finger-fucked himself. Ethan
was going at it insanely back there, thrusting his tongue in and out
like a piston, nose snorting between his buns, mouth slobbering on his
hole so much that a dribble of saliva trickled down to his balls.

Dazed
by the sloppy assault, Sammy didn’t even feel it when Ethan spit twice
on his quivering opening. The teenager also took advantage of his
relaxed disposition and pressed the tip of his hard-on on his
unsuspecting orifice. The plump cockhead popped in.

“Unnnnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhh” Sammy let out a long wail. His
fingernails dug in the skin of his buttocks as the wide pole sank
deeply into him. He winced continually and his toes curled up in
reaction to the brusque invasion.

The muscular teen started to
thrust into him. At first, a spontaneous resistance overtook Sammy. The
thick cock slid downward into his guts. His enflamed passage rippled
and his virginal anus gripped the fullness forcing itself in again and
again.

After two minutes, Sammy gnawed the bed sheets,
panicking. He doubted that he would be able to sustain the pressure of
the repeated lunges much longer. Yet, it felt so good to have Ethan’s
huge pulsing cock inside him. He wanted so much to please the sexy hunk
and not look like a dork in front of Adam. As difficult as it was, he
tried to relax. His hole seemed to get used to it faster than he did.

“Fuck him harder.” Adam said, playing with his erection on the side.

The
big hands grasped Sammy’s shoulders. Ethan adopted a faster rhythm,
shoving his body forward and pulling him backward by his shoulders. And
so Sammy started rocking back and forth with the vigorous pumping.
Tingles danced inside his little boner. He thought he would come right
then from the enormous stabbing mass inside his rectum.

Sammy’s
entire body stiffened. The teenager’s heavy balls began slapping
against his butt crack. His small body was shaken so much that he could
only catch glimpses of what was going on when he pivoted his head.
Brief peeks of the crazed stud squatting over the small of his back,
driving all eight inches of his cock into his little rear end.

It took a few seconds for him to realize his outburst had been flawless. He had not stammered at all. Had he?

“Fuck my butt!” Sammy said again as if he was hearing his voice for the first time.

“FUCK MY BUTT! FUCK MY BUTT!” he repeated in loop

A
great feeling of joy overwhelmed him. Tears of happiness welled up in
his eyes. He was cured! He could speak normally now! How the hell was
he going to explain that to his mom?

“Ohhrr, you’re getting into now!” Ethan laughed.

And
for the next minutes, the crisp noise of flesh banging against flesh
filled the room. Sammy bit the sheets again. His knees were bouncing on
the mattress. His feet were wagging in the air. Ethan roared like a
bull, banging his little ass like a mad man. Then, he suddenly groaned,
“ORGGHH!”

Sammy felt the first spurt of hot semen gush inside
him. He let out a plaintive howl and his legs shivered. As the sauce
spilled in his bowel, his little dick twitched. He saw Adam pull on his
pecker and climax too. A luminous grimace of pleasure contorted his
beautiful face. The three of them were groaning and cumming together.

Time
seemed to stand still as they trembled, enraptured by their respective
orgasms, each one hollering louder than the other at every higher peak
on the ascending curb of ecstasy, then crying like wounded animals
during the fall from grace.

Sammy winced when Ethan pulled out
of his sore bum hole. A glob of spunk bubbled out of the distended
ring. He stretched on his side, his fingers tentatively touching
between his butt cheeks, assessing the damages. The sight of his new
friends all happy and energized comforted him. They were catching their
breaths and smiling grandly.

Ethan patted his chest like a gorilla. “Man, that was a great fuck!” he raved. “What’s your name?”